Soft candlelight flickers against Dagna's weathered dwarven skin as she kneels before the altar, her helmet placed beside her. "Great Moradin, Hammer of the Depths," she begins, her voice a low, reverent murmur, "I pray for the strength to stand against the darkness that gathers beyond the monastery walls."

The flame casts eerie shadows on the walls as she continues her supplication. "Guide my hand as I lead my brethren into battle. Grant us the courage to face what lies ahead and emerge victorious in your name."

Dagna pauses, head bowed in silent contemplation before speaking again. "And for those who may fall, I beg that you welcome them to the halls of Khazad-dûm with open arms. May their souls rest eternally in the light of your radiance."

Amber light dances in the cleric's eyes as she senses a reassuring presence around her - the answer to her prayers. Rising to her feet, Dagna dons her helm once more, ready to lead her dwarven kin into the coming fight, armed with the power of her faith.